*This is a work-in-progress, of non-fiction. It is memoir due to the fact that I was not conscious.
I was in the ICU for 7 days, unconscious, intubated. I should have died. My overdose was fatal. The doctors didn’t know whether or not I’d make it. I couldn’t breathe on my own and I still feel the pain of the tube; the tube I have no recollection of. The tube that took my voice away for years.
I hid my car where nobody could find me but made the mistake of telling one person I had driven out to overdose, fatally, and die in my car. The police found me but I don’t remember anything after that… just waking up in the ICU 7 days later, thinking it was the same day, and screaming, “WHERE AM I?! “You’re in the intensive care unit at Morristown Medical Center”, my sitter said….
To be continued at length…
